Chapter FourDateline…uh…unknown.
Lying n***d in the bed, the cool Montana morning washes in the open window and over my body raising goosebumps. The crickets called through the night, singing a chorus of heat that had indeed scorched between the two highly-compatible humans. Now the siren call of the rising sun drags me back to the present.
For five more fun-filled days, and five enchantingly rigorous nights, Henderson’s Ranch had delivered. She’d fished, learned to cook her trout on a heated rock by a wilderness campfire (though she’d passed on learning how to gut and clean the fish), gone horseback on a wildlife photo safari (she’d bagged a fox, two elk, and a rare bobcat with her camera), and even discovered some skill with a bow and arrow.
She’d also unearthed a bottomless need for
